Arthur sat on a small chair. It seemed much too small for him, but he sat there anyways, because it was there. Then he stood up; being much too cramped for his own good. He got up, and walked around the room. He hadn't really much noticed his settings before, as he was still dizzy from how he had arrived, which was something that he didn't even know himself. He wondered to himself where Ford Prefect, or, for that matter, anybody, had got to, because the room seemed to be deadly silent, and devoid of any humans other than himself. He examined his surroundings, having nothing else to do. He appeared to be standing in a very strictly square room. The walls were bare white, with no features, not even velveteen Elvis, or an extremely tacky, plastic electric fireplace. The room was white on the floor as well as the walls, and so white that Arthur found it hard to see. He lunged out, feeling that he was falling into endless whiteness, and fell flat on his face. He got up, and brushed himself off, still wobbling disconcertedly. Before he could gather up what was left of his understanding, the doors slid open, making a loud, mechanical "Whirrrrrrrrrr", and a even louder "KA-CHUNK!" as they stopped, halfway open and creaked menacingly, then fell, very slowly, to the floor, where they crashed, revealing...nothing. Just a long, fog-filled corridor. Suddenly, a sharp wind blew into the room, blowing Arthur down onto the ground, coughing at all the smoke that had so suddenly blew into his face.

"Arthur..." a voice boomed across the barren white floor, where Arthur lay, his back, legs and arms hurting painfully now.

Arthur recognized the voice immediately. It was Agrajag, who once had tried to kill him for his many slaughtering of his various reincarnations. "Not you, again," Arthur yelled, loudly, so that his voice could be heard, "You died!"

Arthur could sense the entity's anger even though he could not see it. "Of course I did. An extremely embarrassing incident and one I had successfully wiped from my memory no less than three days ago. You prat. That is all in the past, however, this time I will make doubly sure that you do perish a horrible and untimely death."

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

Arthur had no reply, and no way to get out of this situation. The more he thought of it, the more hopeless it seemed.

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